C45 ICE FORTY-FIVE: THE COMEBACK.

THANE'S POV:

The days blurred into each other. Pain became my religion, and the gym my cathedral.

Every morning at five-thirty sharp, I punished my body until sweat stung my eyes and my muscles screamed for mercy. If I kept moving, if I pushed my body beyond breaking, I didn’t have to think.

Not about her.

Madison came and went like a ghost in my periphery. Always professional. Always careful